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I remade @lanadel-gay69

feathered-friend

I remade @lanadel-gay69

Bigelow tea™️ you sexy bitch

balkanradfem

I’ve gotten used to tending to my garden as soon as I wake up, and then spending the rest of the morning foraging. I never even know what I’m going to bring home, and then usually spend additional time just processing whatever I get. First it was nettles, dandelion greens, dock, then I was bringing in strawberries, yarrow and acacia, and today I brought in a whole bunch of sour cherries and chamomile! I spent hours just picking out chamomile flowers from the plants, oh and I figured what leg hair was for! You know every time you bring in a big bunch of flowers from the fields, there’s gonna be bugs in there, and so while I was preparing the plants for the drying process, bugs were starting to crawl over me, but they couldn’t really get past my legs. Why? Because my leg hair made it really difficult to walk on my skin, if my legs were smooth it would have been an easy walk, but like this? My legs were protected from bugs. Bugs could not easily climb up my body. My leg hair is victorious.

#best thing ive read all month

creaturey

this picture of a baby luxuriating in a stream from an outdoor clothing ad i just saw is such a mood. this baby knows what’s up. this is exactly how i’m trying to be this summer. thank you river baby

feathered-friend

@t0mb0mbadil

freakywizard

This body is a vessel for my mayhem and as long as I can perform bafoonery it doesn’t matter if this stomach is flat or not

gothgerry-deactivated20251121

some of y’all really be like ‘i don’t hate lesbians i just automatically distrust them and can’t stand when they talk about their own experiences’

mjalti

Does that

deep yearning to be physically beautiful

ever leave ladies? Does it ever stop girls? Am I going to be free? is this void going to tear me apart like silence black hole eats light?

wizardgender

can’t tell you tbh but lesbianism definitely /helped/

feathered-friend

^^^^^^

frawgs

i’m the sexiest bitch in this therapy waiting room

This is a Memoriam

When I was young I used to have trouble breathing. My parents took me to the doctor. They did tests to see if I had asthma. But any fucking idiot with a degree should be able to tell when a child’s shoulders are too heavy to bear a burden.

This is an accusation. A prayer. A plea for understanding. A pathetic drunken slur. A half forgotten memory. A poem. An apology. This is a child, becoming something. Something more, wholly rearranged.

She melted through the cracks of your hands and assembled into something you can hardly recognize.